Chapter 41 The Blood Make Out

We were having dinner in the dining room when I turned to Jonathan and said, "Jonathan, I want to ask you something."

He immediately looked at me, his eyes focusing on mine. “Say.”

"How did you become a vampire?" I asked, and as soon as the words left my mouth, I could see a sense of sadness wash over Jonathan's face.

"It's because of Katrina." He said with a pained expression. I realized that his reaction was due to his connection with her.

Understanding that the topic was sensitive, I placed my hand over his and gave it a gentle squeeze to reassure him that I was there for him. He blinked back tears and began to speak.

"She was obsessed with me, and that's why she turned me into a vampire. When I was still human, she fed me her blood, and after my death, I became a vampire like her. She made me into something bad, and I hate her for it, Mia. She takes pleasure in causing me pain, and you have no idea how difficult it was for me to control my bloodlust. She feeds on innocent people, and she even forced me to drink their blood. I killed so many innocent people, Mia, and I hate myself for it.” He confessed, his voice breaking as tears streamed down his face.

I felt a wave of regret and scolded myself for bringing up such painful memories.

“It's not your fault, Jonathan. You were a victim of her manipulation. Katrina is to blame, and she will face consequences.” I reassured him.

His eyes filled with guilt as he continued to share his story.

"I'm a murderer, I despise myself. Becoming a vampire was never my choice, and the struggle to control my bloodlust is agonizing. Just when I thought I had mastered it, Katrina reappeared, and the craving for human blood returned, especially for yours, Mia." He blurted out the truth, and his words caught me off guard.

I had believed he was doing fine, unaware that he had concealed this truth from me all along—he still longed for my blood but was somehow managing to restrain himself.

"Why have you kept this from me all this time, Jonathan?" I questioned, my disappointment weighing heavy in my voice.

He fell into a momentary silence, his gaze shifting downward. He still didn’t want to share this with me, however, the truth escaped his mouth unintentionally.

"I..." He began, but I raised my hand, signalling for him to stop.

"No, Jonathan, I don't want any explanation, you hid the truth. It hurts that you are still hiding things from me." I uttered in dismay, standing up in anger.

He looked at me with guilt in his eyes and stood up as well. "Angel, I didn't want to worry you.” He reached out to hold my hand, but I pulled away from him, creating distance.

I let out a deep sigh. "Jonathan, please share your pain and problems with me. Only then can you find relief. Hiding won't solve anything; sharing will.” I explained, pushing aside my anger and trying to explain to him.

"I'm sorry.” He apologised, and I finally let him hold my hand and gave him a faint smile.

"I have a solution to your problem.” I told him, causing his eyes to widen in surprise. "I can fulfil your cravings. You can satisfy your hunger by drinking my blood.” I suggested, hoping to ease his sufferings.

"Are you out of your mind, Mia? Do you understand what you're saying?" He freaked, shocked by my proposal.

I cupped his face, pleading with my eyes. "Jonathan, I know exactly what I'm saying. My wounds heal instantly; they won't hurt me. Please, let me satisfy your every desire. If I'm here for you, you won't have to struggle to control your thirst anymore. Please, I beg you," I pleaded, trying to convince him, but he continued to shake his head in refusal.

"Mia, please stop. I can't fulfil this wish of yours.” He protested, his voice filled with fury as he tightly grasped my arms. "I can't let you do this.” He stated, releasing his grip.

‘If he's stubborn, then I'm even more stubborn.’ I thought to myself as determination welled up within me.

I willed a knife to come into my hand with my eyes fixed on the fruit basket. I firmly grasped the sharp blade, causing Jonathan's eyes to widen in shock.

"I want to fulfil your every desire, please let me do this.” I implored, and without hesitation, I started cutting my hand. The pain was only a fleeting sensation as my wounds healed within seconds. I would do anything for my love, and this was nothing compared to the torment he had endured.

Jonathan turned away from me, his back facing me. As he was about to escape, I grabbed his arm tightly, refusing to let him go. Anger burned in his eyes as he faced me.

"Please.” I begged him, my bleeding hand positioned near his mouth.

A mixture of reluctance and longing flashed across his eyes, and finally, he gave in. He bit my hand, drinking my blood with a hunger I had never seen before, and a smile of contentment touched my face. I felt a profound sense of joy in fulfilling my vampire boyfriend's desires.

"You're doing wrong, Mia.” He stated, his gaze intense as he stared at me, his lips stained red. But I only grinned at him, revelling in my victory.

Suddenly, he attacked my neck from behind, pulling my head back by my hair. He unleashed his inner monster, biting my neck and sucking my blood with an insatiable hunger.

I turned him around to face me and captured his lips with mine. He gripped my waist, pulling me closer, and we kissed passionately, our bodies igniting with desire. It wasn't a normal kiss—it was filled with both love and the taste of blood. He bit and sucked the blood from my lips. I was the happiest person alive, knowing that I was satisfying my vampire boyfriend's hunger.

After an hour, we lay naked on the floor, our clothes discarded randomly. Jonathan marked my body with kisses and bites, leaving a trail of passion.

"Jonathan, please." I begged, unable to control my desire any longer.

I longed to feel him inside me, to become one with him. My body ached for his touch, and he teased me by stroking and caressing my wet folds. He smirked, fully aware of the effect he was having on me.

He pushed into me without warning, stretching and completing me.

We always made love on the floor, knowing that our passion could easily break a bed.

During our passionate encounter, every touch, every kiss, and every thrust brought us closer together, igniting a fire within us that consumed all other thoughts and worries. As our bodies moved in perfect harmony, the intensity of our connection grew, and I could feel the love and desire flowing between us.

The room was filled with the sounds of our breathless moans and the rhythm of our bodies colliding. Time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in the depths of our passion, indulging in the pleasure that only we could share.

Jonathan's kisses trailed along my skin, leaving a trail of marks that would forever remind me of this incredible moment. His touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine and arousing every inch of my body. I surrendered myself completely to him, feeling safe and loved in his embrace.

Our bodies moved together, each thrust taking us to new heights of ecstasy. It was as if we were two souls entwined, finding solace and fulfilment in each other's arms. At that moment, nothing else mattered except the intense connection we shared and the overwhelming love that bound us together.

As our climax approached, we held onto each other tightly, our passion reaching its peak. Waves of pleasure washed over us, and we clung to one another, our bodies trembling with the intensity of our release.

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After experiencing intense pleasure together, our bodies intertwined on the floor, and we lay there, breathless and sated. The room was filled with a lingering sense of raw passion and love.

As we caught our breath, Jonathan caressed my face, his touch filled with tenderness and adoration. I looked into his eyes, seeing a mix of emotions—gratitude, love, and a hint of guilt.

"Mia, you are truly an angel.” He whispered, his voice filled with awe. "You've given me more than I could ever imagine, but I don't want you to sacrifice yourself for me. I cannot bear the thought of hurting you or putting you in danger."

I passed him a soft smile, running my fingers through his hair. "Jonathan, I made this choice willingly. I love you, and seeing you in pain hurts me more than anything else. If this is a way for me to ease your suffering, then I am willing to take that risk. Moreover, it didn’t hurt me.”

He sighed, his gaze softening. "You are my strength, Mia. I never thought I could find love and acceptance as a vampire, but you've shown me a different path. I promise to open up to you, to share my pain and struggles, instead of keeping them bottled up inside."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I listened to his heartfelt words. "And I promise to be there for you, Jonathan, no matter what. We will face our all problems together, and I will do everything in my power to find solutions to them."

We held each other tightly, feeling the warmth and love between us.